Cruel Stakes High Roller

When things get crotched up

[20] When things get crotched up

"Nooooooooooooooooooooo!" She guffawed and walked in the middle of the dance floor, pulling me with her just as the music changes into something mellower. "Aww, it's slow."

"Hey, you have to slow down." I pulled her to my chest and swayed her gently. She lifted her chin up to look at me then slowly closed her eyes. "There, relax for a moment," I whispered in her ear.

She has to calm down, if not, her parents will kill me.

I had no idea that a couple of glasses of that fruit punch can make someone this wild. I knew for a fact that it had really little alcohol content, but to her, it seemed like she was drowning in bottles of liquor. As I examined her puffy red cheeks, her thick black lashes rested really softly on them.

Antoinette and I always joked about the person we'd be marrying in the future. She told me to choose someone who I'd want to see the first thing in the morning when I wakeup, or else my marriage won't go too well.

And as I looked at the peaceful face of Felice, it was as if I was sure that I'd like to see that face when I wake up in the morning.

I bowed gently to her shoulder as I whispered her name in her ear. Her eyes fluttered open revealing pupils so dilated that I was ready to take her home. "Are you alright?" I asked as she turned to face me, her eyes widened even more when she saw how I was so close to her face.

I looked down at her lips. They were puffy from all the talking and laughing she had been doing. They were reddish as she was intoxicated, and no matter how hard I tried to control myself, her lips were my vice.

I'd take it any day, I'd take it 24 hours a day, 7 days a week if she'd let me... only if she'd let me.

"Tony," She whispered. I stared at her waiting for her to continue.

"Kiss me?"

She said it in a soft pleading voice that I couldn't find the reason to not do it.

And I did.

I did as I have never before.

All the wait, all the pain of waiting was worth it.

Sure, I've kissed her before but it was too quick. This was slow and it was weird as it was natural.

Her arms dangled awkwardly at her sides as I cupped her face. It was getting deeper and deeper, as she opened her mouth taking me all in. She tasted sweet, almost too sweet that I didn't want to let go. I wasn't even sure with what I was doing until I felt something rising in the pit of my stomach, I had to release her.

She swallowed hard. "I don't feel so good."

It was the most confusing sentence I've heard in my entire life. I felt better than great, and she looked like she was about to...

"Oh shit."

I stopped the swaying and hurriedly pulled her towards the comfort room. I pulled one of her friends—Ashley, I think—to check how she was doing inside as I was bound to wait impatiently outside.

As soon as they were out, Ashley threw me one suspicious look as she immediately asked me what I made her drink.

"I asked Mike earlier if they made her drink anything besides the fruit punch... but they said they didn't. I have no clue what she has been drinking." I said as I took Felice's cold perspiring hand.

"Well you were with her the entire night. I can't believe that you didn't see." Ashley said and left, maybe to find Mike to ask him if I was telling her the truth.